Trenches were a refuge (a place to catch my breath)
Trenches were respite (a place to lower my head)
Trenches were silent and calm (a place to hear)
Trenches were hiding depths I couldn't see (a place darker than the shadows)
Trenches have become hill sides, mountain slopes, deep valleys.
Trenches have swallowed me
We all have mountains to climb
There are many paths to climb a mountain
From the Top there is only one view
Trenches were also a shelter, to protect oneself from the onslaught, to give oneself the chance to go on, as unharmed as possible.
I know you will go on.
dave: I’ve seen a glimpse, you know. I’m holding on to that still.
pourquoi moi?: I probably will, when the rain of debris stops falling.
Keep Climbing =)